Final chapter! Would anyone be interested in reading Cathy again if I make my corrections and add extra stuff to the story? Or is this good enough? Thank you for reading! :D
The old McDonald's was completely closed off. It no longer looked like a McDonald's. The windows were boarded up, the signs were taken down, and all the life was drained from the once living building. Cathy took me inside the building and locked in the door. Inside the place was completely gutted. The chairs and tables weren't there, the kitchen was just a room, and the only normal thing was the bathrooms. Next to the bathroom door was a can of gasoline and lighter fluid.
She turned to me and stared for a couple minutes. The emotion in her eyes went to sympathetic, apologetic, hurt, angry, furious, and blank, to finally blood thirsty. It looked like the devil was whispering something in her ear. Perhaps he was coaxing her to kill me.
When I pictured my death, I never thought I would be killed by my aunt. Once when Darry was really mad at me, I thought he might kill me. Dally could have killed me at any moment while he was driving, no doubt about it. But I never thought my own aunt would kill me.
Cathy walked over to me. She hesitated before beating the crap out of me. She held me to the wall while she punched, kicked, scratched, and clawed me. It seemed like Satan gave her extra strength. I wouldn't doubt it. "Why couldn't you let me be happy?" Cathy screamed. She threw me to the floor.
I remembered back to when I was ten. It was at a family reunion over the summer. Everyone was smiling and laughing. Darry was there, Soda was there. Everyone was alive and happy, except Cathy. Cathy had a permanent scowl on her face. All she did was complain about how happy mom was. Halfway through the reunion, mom cut herself while trying to cut the cake. When she started bleeding, Cathy instantly became happy.
"Remember this, Ponyboy," Cathy had said. "Blood is the fastest was to happiness."
It wasn't until now that I understood. Even now I still felt as timid and scared as I did when I was ten. But now I felt even more like a hurt animal whose life was about to end.
Animal instinct kicked in. I looked for a way out. I looked for a way of survival. I didn't see Lucifer walk over and bite my right wrist. I screamed.
Cathy laughed. "Good boy, Lucifer." Cathy set the bathrooms on fire. "Well, Ponyboy. It was nice knowing you. Such a pity. I kind of liked you."
The adrenaline started pumping in my veins. I grabbed a fallen board from the window. First I hit Cathy. Then, lifting the piece of wood high over my head, I brought it down as hard as I could, flattening Lucifer into a devil pancake. He yelped and shook, then nothing. Satan's spawn was dead.
"No!" Cathy screamed. She bent down and grabbed her little baby covered in blood. He didn't move; he didn't make a sound. Cathy looked up at me. Fire blazed in her eyes. She clenched her teeth and shook with anger. "You bastard." She set her lifeless baby down and grabbed a knife.
"You will give me a new baby," she said through clenched teeth. She started taking off her dress. Oh God! I screamed in my head. I killed Cathy's baby, and I would be the one to give her a new one.
Cathy held the knife to my throat. I tried to take the knife from her, but Satan had given her the strength of ten men. She held me down and unzipped my pants. After sitting in her basement for months with no food, lack of sleep, and no exercise, I was too weak to push her off. Every last bit of strength I had was when I killed Lucifer. She grabbed my penis and tried to shove it into her nasty, hairy, slimly, vagina. So I thought. This is the end. I didn't want to die a virgin, but dear God no. I prepared for impact and kissed my life and innocence goodbye.
Suddenly, a car drove into the glass window. It was Soda! "Soda!" I screamed. I was happy to see him. If only it was under better circumstances.
"Stay away from my baby brother," Soda said. Cathy stood frozen in shock for five seconds before running at Soda. He took out his gun in one swift motion and shot her hand clean off. She cried out in pain. "Pony, grab her." I did as I was told and we threw her into the fire that already started to spread.
"It's not fair!" she screamed right before we tossed her and Lucifer into the fiery flames of hell. "Lucifer!"
"Come on!" Soda dragged me outside just as the building collapsed. We watched the flames consume the rubbish.
"Soda!" I cried as I wrapped my arms around my brother, my savior, and hugged him.
"Let's go home."
We walked home without saying a word. It might have been over, but our friends and family lost their lives because of one lunatic. My nightmare might have ended, but it had just begun. I only knew two things: I would forever carry the scar of Cathy and Lucifer, and I would live one more day.